On the day of the rematch, it was a little muggy, and the gray and heavy clouds were tightly covered over the city, as if it was going to rain, and it seemed that God was reluctant to let that little rain, so the two sides were bored in mid-air.

Jiang Shuiyuan got up early in the morning according to the custom, and looked at the foggy sky while exercising downstairs in the hotel, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: If my mother is sober, she will definitely inquire about the weather changes in Shanghai in the coming week before leaving, and then put all the things that can be used in summer such as umbrellas, Rendan, cool oil, Huoxiang Zhengqi water, etc. into a suitcase. Nowadays, suitcases are much lighter, but in case of rain or heat, it is difficult to catch off guard.

Now Jiang Shuiyuan can only pray silently, hoping that God will appreciate his face, and don't pour himself into a soup chicken on the way to the competition!

The sky is also beautiful, until the river source goes out, it still looks like it doesn't rain, but the temperature is gradually rising. The heat wave is like a mist gently drifting away from the cage drawer, turning everything in front of you hazy and distorted. Jiang Shuiyuan soon began to sweat, and his clothes seemed to be glued to his body, which was not cool at all, and he felt that walking was harder than usual.

Despite the bad weather, there was still a lot of people outside the stadium.

Jiang Shuiyuan held the admission ticket in his hand, quickly passed through the steaming crowd, and entered the large conference room of the competition. Thankfully, there was air conditioning in the conference room, and the temperature was adjusted to the most suitable temperature for the human body.

There were already a lot of people in the arena, some of them sat on their chairs nervously, looking around cautiously, some of them didn't listen to what was going on outside the window, and they sat there with their eyes and noses closed, and some of them looked down on the world. Gazing haughtily at the new ants. According to Jiang Shuiyuan's estimate, the latter should be an old oilman who has participated in a competition or a well-known young writer, who wants to find some sense of accomplishment in the newcomer.

Jiang Shuiyuan maintained a normal heart, regarded the competition as a monthly exam at school, and after checking the stationery, he also began to close his eyes and recuperate.

When the time comes. The invigilator will hand out the questions and answer sheets.

Jiang Shuiyuan's position is relatively high, and the first reaction when he gets the question and answer sheet is not to look at the question, but to be surprised: Ah! The answer sheet is not actually a composition paper printed with a grid, but an ordinary A4 copy paper! In case he is possessed by Zhang Xu Huaisu at a certain moment, the handwriting must not be like a female driver who has just obtained a driver's license and drives a supercar on the boundless prairie?

At this moment, the young man behind him was surprised: "I'm rubbing, what the hell is this?"

Jiang Shuiyuan patted his head and hurriedly read the question. There are two questions, both of which are very concise. The first is the two-word "Exile", and the second is a picture with a dazzling array of dishes full of colors and aromas, and the legendary Manchu and Han banquets are no different. If Jiang Shuiyuan will talk about it, it is estimated that he has blurted out at this time: "Steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, steamed deer tail, roasted duck, roasted chicken, roasted goose ......"

New concepts, new concepts, really new enough! Not to mention the variety of dishes. One "exile" alone is enough for more than 200 middle school students to ponder for a morning. You know what it means to be vagran. I also know what the situation of the outlaw is like, but who knows what kind of life experience "exile" is? The new is also reflected in the restriction of the article, except for the "time limit of three hours", there are no other requirements. Unlike the monthly exam essays, which often stipulate "more than 800 words", "no genre restrictions, except for poetry" and so on.

Since there is no word limit, the simpler the better. It can be solved in fifty words. Jiang Shuiyuan looked at the increasingly dark sky outside, and secretly made up his mind in his heart.

Poetry is undoubtedly the most concise form of expression, but the topic of "exile" is too heavy, and the dishes on the table are too complicated, and it is really not a little difficult to use poetry to shake the wit and play the wit. In the sound of 200 contestants writing hard to write. Jiang Shuiyuan meditated for ten minutes, and then wrote the question on the answer sheet: one-act play "Exile".

(Curtain open: In a wooden house in the mountains near the border, a mountain man is sitting by the fireplace to make a fire, and there is a knock on the door, and the exile enters the house.) ）

Exile: Whoever you are, have mercy on an exile, they are offering a reward for my capture!

Mountain Man: How much is the bounty?

(The exiles leave immediately.) ）

Jiang Shuiyuan looked at it from beginning to end, made sure that there were no typos and incomprehensible words, and stood up to hand in the paper. As soon as I stood up, a muffled thunder sounded outside the window, followed by a gust of wind swept up the ground, dust and plastic bags flew everywhere, willow branches flew horizontally, and the sky suddenly darkened, and it was estimated that the torrential rain would pour down in minutes.

The invigilator asked, "What is the matter with this candidate?"

Jiang Shuiyuan understands that if he hands over the papers and goes out now, he will definitely be drenched. The wind doesn't end, the rain doesn't end, let's wait and talk! At the moment, my mind turned to the table: "I want to ask a question, if I finish writing the answer sheet at hand, can I ask for it again?"

As soon as the words fell, the voices of "sleeping" and "sun" in the examination room suddenly came and went. At the beginning, each person was given four sheets of A4 paper, even if the words were relatively large, each page was written with 200 words, and four sheets were 800 words, and the key game was less than 20 minutes into the start, which also included the time to conceive. Such a hand speed, so that everyone here is embarrassed!

"Yes, you sit down first, and I'll send it to you right away. The proctor replied.

"Good!"

A moment later, four more A4 sheets of paper arrived. Jiang Shuiyuan was bored lying on the table, listening to the muffled thunder outside the window, the clouds were like ink for half the day, and the rainstorm was already close at hand. Facing the blank paper sent by the invigilator, Jiang Shuiyuan picked up the pen again, since he was idle, he was idle, so let's write some more!

I met her while watching a play.

During the intermission, I walked over at her beckoning and sat down next to her. The last time I saw her was a long time ago, and I don't think I would have recognized her if it hadn't been for the mention of her name. She started talking to me with great interest.

"Look, it's been years since we first met. Do you remember the first time I saw you? The lunch you invited me to. ”

Can I not remember?

That was three or four years ago, when I was living in the capital. I rented a small apartment outside of Jingsei University, and from there I looked down at a cemetery. I barely earned enough money to make ends meet. She had read one of my novels and had written to me about it. I wrote back to thank her. Then I received another letter from her, saying that she was passing through the capital. Want to talk to me. But she has limited time and is only available next Thursday. That morning, she was going to the Forbidden City and asked me if I would like to invite her to a light lunch at Maxim's Restaurant at noon.

Maxim's Restaurant is frequented by MPs, and going there to eat is far beyond my means, and I never even thought about it. But I was flattered. Besides, he is too young to learn to say "no" to a lady. (By the way, few men learn this trick, and by the time they do, they're often so old that what they say doesn't matter to a woman.) I still have 1,200 yuan for living expenses that month, and a light meal shouldn't cost much. If I don't go to the restaurant for the next two weeks, I'll still be able to deal with it.

I wrote back that I would be hosting my friend at next Thursday at half past twelve at Maxim's Restaurant.

She wasn't as young as I thought she was. Her appearance is not so much beautiful as her beauty. Rather than say that he is plump and magnificent, and his spirit is extraordinary. In fact, she was 28 years old, with large, white, neat teeth, and I was under the impression that there were more of them than I really needed. She's very talkative, but because the topics she wants to talk about always seem to be related to me, I'm listening.

When the menu is brought in. I was taken aback. The price was much higher than I expected. But her words relieved me.

I never eat anything for lunch, she says.

Jiang Shuiyuan stopped writing here. Because he felt a figure beside him. Looking back, Wu Qifei, the president of the magazine, was standing behind him: "The writing is very good, the reader is caught at the beginning, and the suspense is also very cleverly set." Keep writing, just when I don't save zài!"

Jiang Shuiyuan handed the manuscript of the one-act play "Exile" to Wu Qifei: "Oh, this is the essay I participated in." As for what is written now. It's just a casual practice. Also, when I write, I don't like people watching from the sidelines. Thank you!"

"Oh, then I'll go and read your essay and I won't bother you!" Wu Qifei was very interested, "but I really want you to finish this novel." As long as you can finish writing it, I'll invite you to Maxim's Restaurant for lunch! As you may know, Maxim's Restaurant also has a branch in Shanghai, and it's not inferior to the capital!"

After Wu Qi flew away, Jiang Shuiyuan glanced out the window, and at this time, the raindrops of beans had been densely gathered, and the wind swept the rain fog and earthy smell everywhere, and even the conference room was not spared. He sighed and continued:

"Oh, don't say that!" I replied generously.

"I never eat one dish. I think people eat too much now. Maybe some fish will do. I don't know if they have salmon or not. ”

Ah, the salmon season hasn't arrived yet, and it's not on the menu, but I asked the waiter anyway. Yes, just got a first-class salmon, and this is the first time they've bought it this year. I ordered one for the guest. The waiter asked her if she wanted to eat something else while the salmon was cooking.

"No," she replied, "I've always eaten only one dish, unless you have caviar." Caviar I never refuse. ”

My heart sank slightly. I knew I couldn't afford to eat caviar, but I couldn't tell her directly, so I told the waiter to bring caviar. I myself ordered the cheapest dish on the menu, which was lamb chops.

"I don't think it's wise for you to eat meat," she said, "and I don't know how you can work after eating something as greasy as lamb chops." I'm not in favor of overfilling my stomach. ”

Then came the issue of beverages.

"I never drink at lunch," she said.

"So do I," I replied immediately.

"But white wines are an exception," she continued, as if I hadn't said them earlier, "and French white wines are very light and very digestible. ”

"What would you like to drink?" I asked, still politely, but not enthusiastically.

She smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"My doctor only told me to drink champagne. ”

I guess my face must be a little pale. I asked for half a bottle, and by the way mentioned that my doctor absolutely forbade me to drink champagne.

"And what do you drink?"

"Water. ”

She ate caviar and salmon. She was elated and talked a lot about art, literature, and music. But I was muttering in my heart, I don't know how much this meal will cost. When my lamb chops came up, she taught me a serious lesson: "I see that you are used to eating a lot at noon. I'm sure it's not good, why don't you follow my example and eat just one dish, I'm sure you'll feel much better that way. ”

"I'm going to eat just this one dish," I said.

At this time, the waiter came over with the menu again. She waved his hand lightly and told him to walk away.

Jiang Shuiyuan stopped writing again, because he didn't know when Wu Qifei was standing behind him again.

Without waiting for Jiang Shuiyuan to speak, he took the lead in explaining: "I have finished watching the short play you wrote, and it is the same as the poem you wrote before, although it is very short, it is meaningful. There are very few writers of the younger generation who can reach the level of yours! But it is still too short to write, and perhaps the novel you are writing now can make up for this regret very well!"

"As I said, it's just a casual practice!" Jiang Shuiyuan emphasized again.

Wu Qifei smiled: "I still say the same sentence, I very much hope you can finish it." You wrote about salmon, caviar, lamb chops, and French white wine, all of which are fine, and I will definitely order them for you when I go to Maxim's restaurant!" (To be continued......)